my concious sparks, and I sense a precarious movement throughout the room ......
Subtle thoughts start meandering through the mind as if two threads trying to bind to create a picture
my eyes begin shifting, toes curling upward. It's as if my being is spouting off a checklist to the rest of my body. Its cold.
I sense that precarious movement again. My eyes rise upward. only now that movement has now evolved into a presence. I grow...